Today could have been, well, shitty. Literally, it was. You've been in between constipation and diarrhea for a while now, and today was one of those "blowouts." You'll be glad to know that I'm not going to talk about poop for this entire blog post, although the issue has been consuming my life lately. The situation could have been rough; I get a call in the middle of teaching to come get you and clean you up--give you a bath. This, as many working moms know, could have thrown my entire day off the rails.
But I'm blessed in your Daddy, who called me immediately and asked whether he should do it. I decided to go (I was in office hours at the time), but I'm able to be back at work because of Addison's mommy, who has been taking care of you. She has been such a godsend; she gets what you need because her little girl also has special needs. She reads with you, does homework with you, and then Addison is there to play with you and to be your really special friend.
Today, when Ms. Heather drove away with you and Addie in the backseat, I looked at your little smiling heads peeking up over the windowsills and got a lump in my throat. You both looked so very happy to be with one another, and I knew that, no matter how shitty this day could have been, we are really very blessed.
Let me take a brief detour and tell you the amazing story of how Addie and Ms. Heather came into our lives. You were about one, and we enrolled you in Kindermusik. It was a regular class, and I honestly had no idea that Addie had special needs until we met her again, years later, in therapy, and then at Chick Fil-A. We kept on meeting and, when after school care wasn't working out this year, I called Heather and asked whether she could take care of you. You and Addie have been thick as thieves ever since, and she even got us to join Miracle League, which has been so inspirational to watch. You and Addie are both on the Braves- here's a picture of you two together:
What a blessing.